Sunday, October 17, 2010

I decided today that writers must be egomaniacs... at least from personal experience. We kinda consider ourselves gods. Now before you protest with uproarious uproars, hear me out. We're like the flawed gods who lived on Mount Olympus, toying with people's lives for amusement. Here we are creating worlds and breathing life into characters, and then we string them along, manipulating circumstances so our characters will do what we want them to do, all in the name of entertainment. You, like me, are a sick, twisted egomaniac.

Oh, well. Go string that poor, unsuspecting sap along. Weave some magic and entertainment for the rest of us.

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Valerie

I am future New York Times bestselling author who also wants to be a circus performer, ninja, assasin, millionaire, and jewelry designer. This list changes periodically as I develop new interests. I have a strange fascination with exercise infomercials and muscles, and hope to look like a fitness model someday. Or be one. But probably just look like one. Some day.